Bound

Rating: M Mature themes …so far. (Bondage)

A familiar figure finds himself in a familiar situation.. or is it?

The man in the chair groaned inaudibly, his eyelids fluttering as consciousness fought to return. Dark silvered hair caught the lights in the room as his head rolled to one side, then slowly dropped back down forward, chin to his chest and motionless again. A thin stream of blood slowly trickled from a shallow scalp wound above one eye, and down his cheek, its slight motion enough irritation to stir another foray into wakefulness. A nose twitched, and eyes flickered again and this time lips parted slightly as a tongue sought to moisten them.

The woman who sat opposite, lounging lazily in an overstuffed black leather chair, watched with hooded but entranced eyes at the figure seated across from her. Bright hazel eyes studied the long lashes that flickered again against cheekbones that where impossibly high and chiselled. Those finely wrought lips, bruised and bloodied parted again and she watched as the figure suddenly, subtly regained consciousness. No obvious outward signs heralded this, but she was of long a student of body language and the gentle way the man slowly exhaled, the way his shoulders settled and relaxed against the bonds, the way the eye lids ceased fluttering and settled, close lightly, but with an overall air that let her know the man before her was completely conscious once again.

She reached out to a table beside her, and the soft chink of glass ring in the air as she picked up a thin flute of champagne and took a sip. Her eyes briefly flickered across to the table as she replaced the flute, and when she laid them upon her captive again, she wasn’t surprised to see those eyes open, and a pair of rather formidably intense steel blue eyes staring at her.
He didn’t move a muscle as those steel eyes bored into hers.
She smiled slightly to herself. This one was going to be interesting.

“You’re not like the usual thugs Dominic sends against me.” Her voice rang out firmly into the deadened air of the room.
“You look like you might actually prove a challenge. Might provide a little fun, before the inevitable.” She smiled tightly at him, one eyebrow raised in confident superiority, purple velvet clad lips curling in malicious amusement.

True to what she suspected, the captive didn’t even twitch. His only reaction was a slow blink that opened again onto that impressive deadpan expression.

She gracefully rolled up from her chair and took the three steps across to where he sat, firmly strapped down and leant over him carefully. She ran one finger down across the swelling bruise over his cheek, then ran her fingers through his hair, before grabbing a fistful and tilting his head back to bare the long line of this throat, before releasing him.

“Has anyone ever told you how extraordinarily beautiful you are? I really should thank Dominic for sending me such a magnificent toy.”

She barred her teeth in a mockery of a smile as she methodically double checked the think leather restraints that held her captive bound. She watched curiously as those cold eyes closed and he quietly began, what she recognised as a slow measured breathing meditation. Curiouser and curiouser, this man was definitely no two bit thug. It looks like Dominic had finally had the guts to up the ante and recruit someone with actual combat skills amongst other things.

The tip of her tongue was caught between her teeth as she studied the man before her, her remained, to the outside eye oblivious and uncaring to her presence, but she could feel the intensity of that mind as he observed her with his other senses. She drifted around to one side, and she watched as his nostrils twitched slightly as he caught the scent of her perfume. She grinned again to herself as she pondered the immediate future, then with one leather clad booted foot pushed a lever on the ground back.

With a soft clank, then a muted purr of machinery the ‘chair’ the stranger was bound too, began to move and rearrange itself beneath him. In a matter of minutes he was no longer seated, but spread eagled upright before her. The majority of the ‘chair’ had disappeared into the ceiling and floor, but the arm and leg rests remained at the apex of each arm of the X, to which her captive remained firmly secured and leaving his rather attractive body completely available to her tender ministrations.

The savage grin she displayed at that moment, would perhaps have even ruffled the still muted expression of the man it was directed at, could he but see it.